The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink was black, but it looked like dried blood under the fluorescent hum. I sat in my office, the glass walls reflecting my own hollowed face, and stared at the document before me. It was a report. A simple, bureaucratic thing. But the words inside carried the weight of a guillotine. I had spent twenty years in the Archives of Memory, a sterile institution buried deep beneath the city, where...

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